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whorediaries-09 · 7 months

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abditory;

"forgive us now for what we've done"

☆ EVENTS ☆

'tis the damn season (closed)

you can meet me at the hotel; (closed) [kinkotober masterlist]

put your life out on the line" (closed)

got the wine for you; (closed) [false god (masterlist)]

maybe it's a blessing in disguise; (closed)

✧ ONE-SHOTS ✧

Peppers Sirius Black X Reader. Fuck buddies to lovers. Modern AU!. 18+ content

Delicate Sirius Black X Reader. Friends to lovers. TW- Self harm, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Night We Met Sirius Black X Reader Set During Order of The Phoenix. Mention of major character death(s).

New Year's Day Sirius Black X Reader Set during Order of The Phoenix. Fluff and low humor.

Cardigan; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort.

Sure Thing; Sirius Black X Shy!Reader Fluff.

Oh Children; Sirius Black X Reader Angst.

Million Dollar Man; Sirius Black x Camgirl!reader 18+ content, drinking.

Daylight Flowerist!Sirius Black X Barista!reader Fluff.

Consume; Dark!Sirius Black X Muggle!reader. 18+ content, cemeteries, dark themes.

Born to die Cult!leader Sirius Black X Reader. Mentions of murder, gore, dark themes.

Afterglow; Felix Catton x Reader Hurt/Comfort.

Dancing with our hands tied; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort, injuries, blood. (potential part two)

Maneater; Neighbor!James Potter X Reader 18+ content, stalker behavior, darkish themes.

She just hit my heart; James Potter X Reader Fluff.

Don't blame me; Priest!Remus Lupin X Reader Alludes to sex, dark themes.

ψ SERIES ψ

The Seven Lives; Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter. Status- On going (PAUSED)

No Time To Die (Status- On going)

he hurricane with my name on it. Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter. COMPLETED. SEQUEL COMING UP SOON.

⨴MOODBOARDS⨵

Poison Ivy From my fall event (close)

Heartbeat; From 'the seven lives' series.

§ ASKED AND ANSWERED §

Call It What You Want Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Touch sensitivity.

Indentation in the shape of you Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. Fluff, bad humor.

Now I'm Covered in You Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. 18+ Content. From my fall event (close)

Trying To Keep The Water Warm James Potter X Reader. Professor James AU! Fluff. From my fall event (close)

Dark Red James Potter X Reader Set during the Marauders era. 18+ content.

Womanizer Sirius Black x Reader Set During the Marauders era. Angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault.

Meddle About; West Coast; FDad!James Potter X Reader. 18+ content, mentions of alcohol, age gap.

Maroon Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, drinking, alludes to sexual assault, hurt/comfort.

The great war; Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort. Part two to Maroon.

Do I wanna know? Rockstar!Sirius Black X Reader. 18+ content.

Dusk till dawn Sirius Black X Lestrange!Reader Hurt/Comfort, dialogue heavy.

Smoke on my clothes; Rockstar!Sirius Black X Popstar!Reader Fluff, 18+ content, use of y/n.

Into You; Ron Weasley X Reader 18+ content, porn without plot.

Wherever I go; Remus Lupin X Reader. Making out, suggestive, fluff.

Blue Jeans; Professor!Harry Potter X Reader 18+ content.

Getaway car; Sirius Black X Desi!Reader 18+ content, sexual tension, substances.

I think he knows; Ron Weasley X Reader 18+ content, mentions of war, fluff.

Gorgeous; James Potter X Reader 18+ content.

House of balloons/glass table girls; Sirius Black X Reader 18+ content.

You're in love Policeman!James Potter X Baker!Reader Fluff.

Can't you see, you're meant for me? Bsf!Dad!James Potter X Reader Suggestive content, fluff.

I'm gonna make you my wife; Sirius Black X Reader Banter, fluff, silly teenagers in love, kinda shy reader, alcohol, 18+ content.

This place will burn you up; Sirius Black X Reader 18+ content.

❁ ODE TO FANFICTION ❁

Hall of morals;

I'm running back home to you;

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del-stars · 10 days

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there's a fame au in my head where sirius is just a worldwide phenomenon popstar and remus is just some folk/country artist that randomly attracted the attention of hordes of lesbians

#sirius is beyonce and remus is hozier hope this helps #i will also accept olivia rodrigo and noah kahan #me making every song i listen to about wolfstar oops #listening to all my love rn and remus wrote it about his hometown boyfriend (cough grant chapman) who he broke up w before he got famous #*shaking you by the shoulders* DO YOU SEE THE VISION #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #fame au #harry potter #marauders #dead gay wizards

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maraudersmyloves · 3 months

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Pairing: James Potter x popstar!reader

Warnings: No Mentions of you yet just some backstory

Word count: 619

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Songs in this: none (yet)

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James gets woken by the sun gently poking at his face and coaxing him out of his sleep. He opens his eyes surprisingly easily and stretches all the sleep out of his muscles.

He loves quiet mornings like this, just like the mornings back at home with his parents when he was a child. Trotting down the stairs in his pj's to be greeted by his father making breakfast with a giant smile on his face and his mother still a bit grumpy sitting at the table with a cup of matcha. Her eyes always lit up as soon as she saw him, making him come and hug her, which he always did gladly before taking his assigned seat at the table with his stuffed lion in a smaller chair next to him.

He thinks his aunty built it for him but he's not quite sure. It's always been there.

Of course, when he trots out of his room now he isn't greeted by his parents but instead, by a grumpy Sirius sitting at the counter and a slightly sleepy Remus making coffee. "You want some? Or is it a matcha day?"

James smiles brightly at the thought of Remus' wonderful matcha (never as good as his mother's tho). "Every day is a matcha day," he says with so much energy Pads actually winces, causing James to hug him and tousle his long black hair. This obviously only got him hit on the back of his head in response while Pads mumbles something about 'stupid morning people.' Remus isn't really a morning person just less angry in the mornings than Pads but James guesses he means Remus as well as him.

While Remus is doing his thing in their shared kitchen Sirius starts staring at James in a way he can't quite place but it looks incredibly ridiculous and he can't help but let a laugh tumble out which Pads really doesn't seem to appreciate. "You know my brothers in a band, right."

James flinches as Remus lets his plate with moony toast fall to the ground. It luckily doesn't shatter but the toast falls down the wrong way causing Remus to groan. Sirius is on his feet immediately, cleaning the mess so Remus doesn't have to lean down and put a strain on his back. James pulls Remus to sit down next to him whilst still staring at Sirius in utter confusion. Remus doesn't seem to know more.

"What do you mean your brother???"

Sirius looks up at him in such a casual way it makes him a bit angry. "Did i not tell you? Could've sworn i did. Anyway yeah, my brother with whom i grew up with is in a band."

"What the actual fuck??" James has never been more confused and hurt in his entire life. He thought Sirius told him everything and while he knows he's not entitled to knowing everything, still it hurts. His Therapist advised him to talk about what he's feeling in these kinds of situations but he can't help but want to focus all his thoughts on Sirius right now. Knowing what he knows about him this is probably very hard for him. He looks at Sirius, still scrubbing the Honey off the floor with a fog clouding his eyes. He always gets like that when he's thinking about his Family and James' Heart sinks. Why was he so entitled? Only thinks about himself.

Remus seems to notice too, "Honey, I'm sorry for freaking out. You wanna talk"

"Maybe later, thank you moons"

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That Night Sirius crawls into James' bed like he used to back in their dorms, "I got Tickets for his show."

#fluff #headcanon #marauders #writing #fanfic #band au #sirius black #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #remus lupin #james potter headcanon #rockstar gf

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nought-shall-go-ill · 1 year

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My belated piece for the @jilymicrofics January prompts. Day 15: “effort”.

Lily Evans is nine years old when she first considers it must be a lot of effort being her friend.

She doesn’t have many. Not like Petunia. She’s bright; her teachers like her. And it’s not as if the kids are mean. But it’s hard to befriend the girl who is in and out seeing “specialists”. And she starts to fall behind: doesn’t know who the newest bands are or what the latest hand-clapping games might be.

And then there’s the “weird stuff”. Her parents tell her not to do it, but it’s the only thing that keeps Esther and Margot around.

Besides, she loves “the weird stuff” and that doesn’t take any effort at all.

***

Two months into their friendship, Lily asks Sev if it’s an effort to like her, to be her friend. He scoffs and says something like “being around you is effortless”. To prove his point, he conjures a flower from a single blade of grass, handing it to her.

She smiles, a big toothy grin that shows off her missing molars. She loves that about their friendship. They don’t have to hold back. They can practise their “weird stuff” — their magic, she learns — without a care in the world.

But, if she’s honest with herself, there’s some things that do take effort with Sev. His foul temper. His disdain for anything Muggle related. His tendency to (as Petunia says) put her up on a pedestal.

It’s not much, but it’s a lot of effort for a 10 year old.

***

Sev says it won’t take much effort at all to make friends at Hogwarts, but Sev is wrong.

The other girls in Lily’s dorm all seem to know each other. They all support the same quidditch team and fancy all the same pureblood popstars. It takes a lot of effort — a lot of studying hair braiding and potions for perfumes — to keep up with them at all.

They let her sit with them as an acknowledgment of her efforts. Even offer to paint her nails or “sleekease” her hair from time to time. But they always choose each other first. Always sit with one of the other girls in class and forget to fetch her for dinner.

Lily would put in a lot less effort if only she could see more of Sev.

***

When Lily returns from her first year, she discovers it’s a lot of effort to exist back home too.

Her parents are kind, emphatically so, but they understand so little of what she talks about that she finds herself having to dumb down more and more of what she says. And then there’s the war. She can hardly mention that, can she? Her parents would withdraw her immediately if they knew. And then she’d have to put in a huge amount of effort trying to fit in in a world where she doesn’t below.

Instead, she finds herself editing her words carefully, making sure they understand and stay on the right side of awe.

It’s a lot of bloody effort, and Petunia still hates her.

***

By third year, Lily discerns that having enemies takes a lot less effort than having friends.

She’s still editing herself for her dorm mates, trying to fit in as best she can — even when they can’t seem to give her the time of day. Yet she finds it so easy to speak her mind to those pesky boys.

James Potter and Sirius Black: they’re the worst of them. The ones whose pranks border on cruel and who she will happily call out on their loutish hypocrisy.

It doesn’t take much effort, because in their odd sort of way, they seem to see her as an equal. They hold back when she warns them. Sometimes they even stop all together. It feels easy to interact with them even though they aren’t anything close to friends at all.

And it feels good, putting in some effort for those who are unable to stand up for themselves.

***

Eventually, her efforts pay off and Lily finds a group of Muggleborn friends across Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

They’re not close friends. They will never make the effort to track down her son or remember her much after the war. But they are her friends, nonetheless, and they share cigarettes with her and let her borrow vinyls over the holidays.

One girl in particular is fond of her. A small mouse of a girl named Mary from the year below who is a crack hand at Arithmancy and says she fancies Remus Lupin.

It doesn’t take much to be friends with Mary and the others at all, but then Mary is attacked and it’s just all too much effort again.

Some of the group stay friends with Lily, but they’re wary at best. They say her friendship with Sev makes them question her values. She can’t say she blames them.

And just like that she learns it’s even more effort to keep friends than make them.

***

In the midst of everything, Lily learns that it’s definitely less effort attracting “male friends” in her fifth year of school.

Of course, they’re not really friends. Or, rather, that’s not what they want to be. Not in the end.

They make the effort to get to know her, of course. Tell her fun jokes and make empty promises about the things they will do. As friends, just friends, they say.

But then they always lean in for a kiss or give her ultimatums that she can’t morally abide by.

Some of them refuse to take the hint too. Telling her they fancy other “broads” in one breath and then saying she’s “leading them on” in the next.

It’s a lot of bloody effort not to hex their bollocks off. A lot.

But it all pales in comparison to the effort she puts in in the final months of her friendship with Sev.

He’s fouler than ever. Grumpier. Terser. She wants with all her mite to blame the Gryffindor boys. Their teasing has gotten too much. He has every right to be suspicious of their fellow students.

But that doesn’t excuse the rhetoric she catches when he thinks she’s not listening. It doesn’t excuse the people he’s started to hang around when he’s not with her.

It wouldn’t take much effort not to be friends with them. The Slytherins are awful, no doubt about it. But not all of them are baby Death Eaters. Not all of them spew hate like it’s graffiti on a bathroom wall.

But Sev wants the power of their friendship. And it’s taking too much effort to convince her friends otherwise. It’s taking too much effort to convince herself otherwise. Let alone him. He doesn’t listen. Not anymore.

It’s a relief then — in many ways �� when it finally happens. When he stops making the effort to have a half facade of decency in front of her.

It feels like a weight off her shoulders. It feels effortless really not being his friend. And she can’t even muster the effort to miss him much.

***

Even with Sev gone, making friends doesn’t get any easier. Most of those she has at school leave after OWLs and the ones left behind are fair weather at best.

Lily tries her best — in defiance of her ex-best friend’s beliefs — to immerse herself in the Muggle world, getting a job at the local pub in the summer before her sixth year.

But it’s even more effort than being in the Wizarding world.

Later, when she’s just words in an obituary, Lily will be described as “popular”, “outgoing” but that’s not how she feels at the Cokeworth Arms. She’s awkward and conscious of all her tiny mistakes, and the barmaids clock her as “different” straight away. She knows even less how to talk to Muggles now than she did as a child, and despite her efforts (her religious watches of Top of the Pops and careful inspections of Jackie magazine) the girls don’t even become casual friends.

She still makes the effort anyway. Tries to crack jokes to make them laugh and talk to them about the goings on in their lives. It’s a lot, and they barely reply, but it’s a lot less effort than what she has to put up with at home.

***

Being sisters with Petunia is like avoiding spikes while walking on eggshells. They’ve never really gotten on well, at least, not since Sev came into the picture, but Lily, for the sake of her parents (for the sake of the little bit of family she has left) has always tried to be cordial with Petunia, even when her sister is most cruel and belittling towards her.

It takes effort for Lily to hold her tongue, to not show Petunia a piece of her mind for all the scathing remarks she makes. And sometimes she finds the effort slipping, and she laughs when Petunia does something stupid or makes a mistake.

Most of the time though, it’s an exhausting tightrope maintaining civility, and it comes as a relief when Petunia announces her decision to move to London when she turns 18.

It is almost effortless for Lily to see her off.

***

Becoming friends with them, to Lily’s surprise, is effortless. Despite everything she’s ever thought about them, they accept her entirely for who she is — so much so that even she starts to too.

She can’t remember who she befriends first, or if in a strange sort of way, she befriends them all at the same time. Remus from extended Prefect duties. Peter from gobstones in the Great Hall. Sirius through a shared seat in Transfiguration. And James through their Potions partnership, their shared concern for Remus, the way they’re often the last ones left in the common room.

It is effortless to start hanging out with them, to laugh at their jokes and cry at their heartaches. And their friendship gives her gumption, the confidence to call out the bullshit she sees from the Slytherins and even the hypocrisy of some of her remaining Muggleborn friends.

Of course, they aren’t perfect. They’ve grown from the bullies they were, it’s true — but Sirius still has his vicious streak, James his ego, Remus is cowardice, Peter his fickleness. Yet Lily finds there’s so much effort looking for perfection. And she’s just happy that, after 17 years, she has friendships as easy as this.

***

What surprises Lily most though, is how effortless it is to fall for him, and then, subsequently how effortless it is to be with him.

He talks a lot, and she finds that she can too, finally discussing her passions without worrying about any efforts needed to please anyone.

He teaches her how to ride a broom and she tells him all about the Muggle world, and neither mind the effort it takes for each to learn.

And when they finally go public — after months of shared moments in secret — it feels effortless to fit by his side, just like it feels effortless to be the head girl to his head boy, two warriors in the war.

In that final year of school, with James Potter by her side — despite the war on, despite the many people who would wish her dead (not all of them death eaters), despite taking the hardest exams of her school days — life has never been easier. It’s almost effortless.

***

Once she leaves Hogwarts for good, Lily soon learns that effortlessness is short lived.

James and her have their first “proper” fight a couple of months in. He wants to take a mission that seems near suicidal, and it takes all the effort she can muster not to beg him to stay. He goes, and she cries all evening. He promises he’ll make the effort to understand next time.

Then there’s all the little things he does when they start living together. The forgetting to shut the toilet lid. The socks all over the hallway. The way he leaves little romantic notes in the biscuit tin and how she is too scientific to write equally eloquent ones in return. It’s a lot of effort living with another person.

Staying cordial with Petunia is another effort too. One that eventually isn’t even enough anymore. The last time she sees her sister is at the latter’s wedding, during which Petunia's husband takes every opportunity to criticise James and Tuney avoids Lily at every turn. Petunia doesn’t even make the effort to come to her wedding.

It’s ok. If anything it’s a weight off her mind. Most of Lily’s efforts go on the war anyway. She puts her all into the Order. Facilitating medical care. Concocting potions for the injured. Taking some of the most perilous missions to save her friends and loved ones. And in those tiny moments of victory, the efforts seem worth it.

And in the midst of war and effort, Lily has the happiest time of her life. The most fulfilling time of her life. Life with James may not be as easy as it was at school, but his cooling presence, the laughter he brings to the room, makes all their efforts to maintain the relationship (and then the marriage) worth it. Life with the Order may not be sunshine and daisies, but the friendships it brings, the bonds it forges and the world they just might bring about makes it worth it.

And then he comes along. And he’s tiny and wonderful and loud and he doesn’t sleep, and he coughs up his milk too often, and it takes so so so much effort to look after him, but he’s worth it all. He’s worth all the effort she can muster.

So, when they find out about the prophecy, the life destined for him, Lily doesn’t even question the efforts needed to keep him safe. She knows she will do it. He is worth it. Their little family is worth it.

And though life may be far from perfect, Lily finally learns at 20 years of age that life may always take effort, but that there are some things, some people — Harry, James, the Order, maybe even herself — who are worth all the effort she can give.

#jilymicrofics #<3K #Jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #angsty angst #this wasn’t meant to be so late #it was meant to just be a fun thing I did after work on the train aaaaa

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theresthesnitch · 4 months

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I'm not sure if I would or could write all of these, but these are the ones I get the most frequent asks for. So, what would you most want to see a follow up to?

#snitch polls #I know this isn't fair #a bracket would probably be better #I've no idea how to run a bracket #just tell me what you think

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thebibutterflyao3 · 5 months

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WIP game: Jegulus band AU

Please and thank you! 🩷🩷

Premise: Regulus is a songwriter, Sirius convinces him to write for his new band…who has a fit lead singer (guess who?)

Snippet:

“Pandora, I need inspiration and I’m not going to find it writing for another vapid popstar. I want to meet him and see him in action. He’s inspiring,” Regulus insisted, glancing at his mobile screen from the corner of his eye.

She groaned, “Please pull your head out of your trousers! We don’t have time to run a background check and Dorcas is already in a tizzy about this article. If someone snaps a photo of you devouring this man in a shitty pub-”

“Make time,” he suggested, grinning at her huff of annoyance. “You run the show now, remember? I’ll finish up this song for our current client, then we can all go together. I promise to keep my hands to myself. This is simply a favour for Sirius and a tiny bit of aesthetic appreciation.”

“You better. No touching until he signs an NDA at the very least.”

#fic: Jegulus band au #wip #regulus asking the real questions

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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marauders era characters and whether i think they're good singers or not

Sirius Black: thinks he has the voice of an angel. more has the voice of a vulture. subjects everyone to his awful singing whenever he can. remus hates listening to music in his presence because he always ruins it.

James Potter: could be a good singer if he tried. but he prefers just screaming on to lyrics. "reggieeee it's more fun that way!" regulus is not impressed. he doesn't let james choose the music in the car anymore. when he and sirius duet it's a true nightmare.

Remus Lupin: decent singer but will not sing unless it's along to another song. if the music cuts out an he's still singing, you'll never see him again. that mf is fleeing to another country.

Peter Pettigrew: surprisingly a great singer, and he knows it. usually only pulls out the singing for karaoke, but if somebody asks him to sing, well, how can he say no? "WORMTAIL THAT IS THE THIRD TIME YOU'VE SERENADED A GIRL THIS WEEK SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Mary MacDonald: this girl is a singer. like she wants to become a popstar and she will if she puts her mind to it. like she's got the voice for pop-punk. she'll do an impromptu concert during a party and everybody loves her and is in love with her for it.

Lily Evans: she is a choir/theater kid. don't lie to me and say otherwise. this girl got up on stage and sang her heart out to the music man in sixth grade (seventh year). she was the soloist in all her choir shows. she's a good singer and she knows it but she's humble.

Marlene McKinnon: likes to think she can sing, but can't. mostly sings when she's drunk. nobody has the heart to tell her she isn't the next celine dion. dorcas actually finds it quite endearing though. she loves watching movies with marlene when she insists singing along to the whole soundtrack

Regulus Black: amazing singer. like literally voice of an angel. but will put a knife to somebody's throat before they ever hear him sing. but blushes when james says he has a pretty voice. before threatening him at knife point. it doesn't exactly go to plan.

Dorcas Meadowes: she's a decent singer but doesn't like to sing. will only sing if marlene drags her to do karaoke. because she can't say no to marlene. and she's usually already blackout drunk.

Barty Crouch Jr.: listen, this guy is the next michael buble. he moonlights as a singer at cocktail parties and makes ladies swoon. evan is annoyed. think of barty as duke silver from parks and rec but with singing. that's the vibe. but nobody knows and he and evan pretend he can't sing for shit around their friends.

Evan Rosier: your pretty average singer. sounds good on some songs when he tries, bad on others. barty always claims he sounds perfect even when it's he's completely off-key.

Pandora Lovegood: she has two modes. literally heavenly, like the voice that sings you up to heaven when you die. or she sounds like she's choking to death. usually the latter is when she's drunk. don't ever ask her to do karaoke when she isn't sober, your ears will bleed.

#i fr just typed this all out in one go i apologize for any mistakes #but i was inspired #so here ya go #marauders #marauders era #slytherin skittles #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora lovegood

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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After James revealed Y/n's embarrassing secret, she thought she's done and had no chance with Sirius. She had no idea how wrong she was.

Pairing: rockstar!Sirius Black x popstar!reader

Words count: 2.4k

Warnings: no magic involved, happens in the 80s

Mia is of course made up by me and this story is lightly inspired by the Doja and Noah's "drama".

Pics of outfits I described are under the fic.

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Rockstar boyfriend

Y/n Y/l/n woke up with a headache. The world was spinning around when she tried to get up from the bed. Nevertheless, she had to get up if she didn't want to puke on the white hotel sheets. Y/n definitely had a hangover, but it doesn't hurt to party once in a while. Especially when you were so close to winning a Grammy.

"Have you seen the- oh my God, let me help you," Y/n's manager and best friend, Mia, walked into the room. She rushed to the bathroom after hearing what Y/n was doing. She grabbed the singer's hair so that they didn't fall into the toilet.

Y/n coughed. "Have I seen what?" She turned her face to Mia.

"Oh, yeah, the news. They're talking about you, but I guess you haven't seen it yet."

"I suppose they'd be talking about artists who attended Grammys. I didn't win one, but still I was there and the media like to talk, so..."

"No, not just that," Mia stood up and went to grab the remote.

Y/n walked behind her friend and sat on the bed. When Mia turned on the TV, a woman's voice reported on what happened yesterday at the Grammys' after party. Suddenly, a photo of Y/n was displayed. She stood next to James Potter, a member of a rock band The Marauders. Neither of them were posing to the picture, they weren't even aware about being photographed.

Y/n tried her best to recall what they talked about, but she didn't even remember talking to him. She drank way too much yesterday.

"...turns out love is everywhere, even at the Grammys and Y/n Y/l/n can't hide it anymore." The TV lady finished.

Y/n choked on air. Her eyes widened, but she had no idea what's going on. "Me and James? Didn't he have a girlfriend?"

"He does. A wife, actually, Lily. But it's not about him. Just keep watching."

The screen switched from the presenter to a video from yesterday. A young woman with a microphone stood next to James. It was an interview.

"I'm with James Potter from The Marauders, " her smile was so wide, making Y/n wonder if her cheeks don't hurt. "Your band has been discovered recently, you brought that fresh breeze into the current rock scene."

Y/n scoffed. Fresh breeze? What kind of a description of a rock band was it? She clearly was a beginner journalist.

"I don't think that's correct," visibly tipsy James interrupted, "we're inspired by and look up to David Bowie, The Clash, Queen. Nothing new in my opinion."

"But still, you're unique-"

"Yeah, apart from our inspirations we also try to come up with original ideas and people seem to enjoy our music so far."

"People love you, as much as people love Y/n Y/l/n, who is also there. We saw you talking to her, is there maybe a collaboration coming up?"

James smiled mischievously. "It's not a collaboration we talked about. I can tell you that secret if you promise not to tell anyone," James shortened the distance between him and the microphone and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Y/n asked if I can hook her up with Sirius."

The young journalist seemed shocked. This was going to make her a lot of money.

Y/n turned the TV off and groaned. "Did I really do that?"

"That's what you told me on our way back here."

"How could he tell that to the reporter?" Y/n asked, a tint of frustration in her voice. "It's so embarrassing! What will I do now?"

She could deny it, but she didn't want to. It was the truth, Y/n was into Sirius, but he probably wasn't into her and that's what made it embarrassing. But then if he somehow was into her, she would ruin her chances with him by denying she likes him.

But what were the chances Sirius was into Y/n? Pretty low. She wasn't a rock singer, she sang pop, her style was far away from the rockstar's girlfriend aesthetic. Sirius most likely thought Y/n is just another boring, industry plant popstar.

But that wasn't true. Everything Y/n achieved, she did with her talent. She didn't pay industries to promote her, people simply loved her music. It wasn't just her fifteen minutes of fame, she was going to be great, maybe even an icon for the future generations.

"Don't answer questions." Mia said in a casual tone. "Control your emotions. And pack your stuff, cause we're leaving in a few hours."

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"Don't even say no comment, just pretend they aren't here." Mia said for the last time as her and Y/n were about to leave the hotel.

Lots of reporters and journalists gathered by the hotel, waiting for the singer to walk out. Y/n was used to that, but usually they asked about her music, not about her love life. Y/n didn't know if she can handle that.

Y/n put on her sunglasses before walking outside, had to protect her eyes from all the unnecessary camera flashes.

Pretend they aren't there. Ignore. Easy to say for someone like Mia. She had her emotions under control that's why she made such a good manager. Y/n wasn't so calm. She could hear the reporters shouting different questions, all about what she said yesterday, about Sirius and how she felt about him.

"Is this true what James Potter said about you and Sirius Black?" Another journalist questioned. "Does Sirius know about it?"

Y/n felt anger build up in her. If it wasn't for James telling the secret to the journalist, Sirius possibly wouldn't have known. Y/n had to speak up about it. She couldn't just leave it like this.

"You're making such a big deal out of it, of course he knows about it!" She shouted furiously. "The whole world knows about it! I trusted James, he shouldn't have told anyone! That's so fucking stupid."

"What will happen between you and Sirius now?"

Before Y/n said anything more, Mia decided to drag her into the car. Her job as both the manager and the best friend was to make sure Y/n won't embarrass herself.

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People loved drama, which meant the world lived the Y/n drama for the next few days. Y/n stayed in her house in London, waiting for the topic to cool down.

Y/n sat by the kitchen counter and poured herself some water. At least the whole situation could benefit her as in she would get even more recognizable. Mia told her people already started buying more tickets to her concerts and many more CDs are being sold as well. Maybe it was embarrassing, but at least Y/n didn't embarrass herself for nothing.

Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang. Y/n quickly finished her glass of water and ran there.

"Yeah?" The girl picked up.

"You won't believe who called!" Mia's voice exclaimed on the other side. She didn't even wait for Y/n to guess. "Sirius!"

"Sirius? As in Sirius Black? From The Marauders? And what could it be that he wants?"

"He wanted to talk to you. I'll give you his number and you'll call, only if you want."

Y/n sighed loudly. "Didn't he say why he wants to talk?"

"He did not...so, do you wanna call him?"

Y/n didn't answer immediately. She hesitated, but eventually agreed. "I mean, what do I have to lose, right? I have no chance with him anyway."

"Don't say that, Y/n. It's not the end of the world, you could have anyone you want."

"Anyone I want except the one I actually want."

It was a difficult decision for Y/n to call Sirius. For fifteen minutes she just sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the phone.

What did he want to talk about? Was he going to confront Y/n about her crush on him? God, this was going to get so awkward. Y/n was a grown woman and yet she felt like a high schooler in that moment.

Eventually, Y/n won the fight with her inner self. She decided to make that call.

"Hello?" She said. "Y/n Y/l/n. My manager told me call this number."

"Oh, hi! I was starting to worry you won't call."

Fuck, was the first thing Y/n thought. Her heart sped up at the sound of Sirius' voice. It really was him. The first time Y/n talked to him was going to be one of her most awkward conversations.

"Yes, uh..." she paused, "I'm sorry for what I said. You know, I wasn't sober, not at all. I understand you might be angry or upset. And you have every right to be!" She frowned at how high-pitched her voice came out at the end.

Sirius chuckled. "I'm not angry. I'm actually quite glad you said what you said."

Glad? Were Y/n's ears deceiving her? Y/n had no idea what to say, she was shocked.

Noticing how Y/n stays silent, Sirius continued. "I was wondering if you're free to meet up sometime soon?"

Y/n gulped, hoping it wasn't audible through the phone. "I- I think I'm free until Monday," she stuttered, "then I start a tour."

"Perfect! Do you mind if I come over?"

"No, I don't. I'll send you my address. I mean, I'll tell Mia to do it, and she will send it to your manager, and they'll give it to you." Y/n laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Alright, love, see you later." Sirius chuckled at Y/n's little ramble, then he put the phone down.

The girl's heart fluttered at the nickname. It wasn't as awkward as it could be. And Sirius wanted to meet her! What a success.

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Friday was the day the meeting was scheduled for. It seemed like a good idea, because the band had studio on Saturday and Sunday.

Y/n promised to herself to not treat this meeting like a date, but she couldn't stop herself from dressing up. Usually, she didn't wear a leather skirt, a white top with thin straps and almost knee high platform leather boots around the house, but she decided to wear it that day. Her makeup consisted of a simple wing eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick in a shade darker than usually.

As the girl took one last look at herself in the mirror, the doorbell rang. She ran to the door, almost tripping over on one of her furry rugs.

"Hi, nice to see you." She greeted, moving a strand of her hair out of her face.

Sirius smiled at the girl. "You look so good. You always look good, of course, but today?" He whistled playfully, causing a smile to appear on Y/n's face.

"You look pretty well, too," she gestured at the man's outfit.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, but with a dark red suit jacket on top to fit his black suit trousers with thin stripes that gently fell onto his black bovver boots. The boots fitted nicely with the choker around his neck.

When Sirius walked in, Y/n led him to the living room. Just as she asked if he wants anything to drink, he pulled out a bottle of wine he was holding behind his back all this time.

"I'm sorry again for what I said," Y/n started a conversation as she set two wine glasses on the coffee table.

"Told you, it's no problem. Actually, I've wanted to get to know you better for a while." Sirius confessed. "I just didn't think that a pop princess like you wouldn't be interested in a rock musician."

"You were wrong then. I find you very intriguing."

Sirius laughed. "I'm so glad James got drunk and told the reported you asked him to hook you up with me."

You don't even know how glad I am for that, Y/n thought, but decided to keep this for herself.

Turned out that the pop princess and the rock prince have actually lots of things to talk about. The chat was going so smooth, they didn't even notice how much time had already passed. And how much wine they already drank.

"...and then we kicked him out of our bus." Sirius finished telling a story about how a psycho fan once broke into the band's tour bus.

"Where was the security?" Y/n asked, laughing.

"No idea! All I know we're better than the security."

"Oh, definitely. Did the psycho even make it out alive?"

"Yeah, for sure. Maybe he just... broke a bone, or something."

"Broke a bone?! What did he say at the hospital? 'Uh, yeah, I broke into The Marauders bus, but they beat my arse'?"

"Definitely something like this. Hey, at least he didn't press charges."

"But you could."

"We didn't though. It's too much work honestly."

The couple broke into laughter, swallowing some more wine. They put the glasses back on the table and looked at each other.

"I wrote a song about you."

Y/n's eyebrows raised at the confession. "You? Wrote a song? About... me?"

"Yeah, we were gonna record it tomorrow. I think you're gonna like this."

"I'm really curious about the lyrics..."

Sirius scooted closer to Y/n, leaning on the back of the sofa, almost putting an arm around her shoulders.

"You have to wait to hear it, I'm not spoiling the surprise." He whispered.

With their faces only inches apart, Y/n looked into Sirius' grey eyes just to catch him staring and her lips. The girl slid her finger under the rockstar's choker to pull him closer and connect their lips.

Sirius kissed her back, pressing his weight on her to make her fall back so that he was on top of her. When their lips parted, he had some of her lipstick smudged on his lips.

"Dark red lipstick suits you," Y/n pointed out, "matches the jacket. But I bet you look even better without the jacket." Or clothes in general, she added in her mind.

"Wanna find out?" Sirius asked flirtatiously, gaining a nod from Y/n. "You got any bedroom in that house?"

"Upstairs, first door on the left."

Sirius stood up and took Y/n into his arms, one arm supporting her back, the other under her knees. For more support Y/n put her arms around Sirius' neck. The man carried the popstar to her bedroom, closing the door with a light kick.

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The clothes I tried to describe (but Y/n without the jacket):

#marauders x reader #marauders imagine #marauders era #hp fanfic #marauders #hogwarts #sirius black #hp fandom #Sirius Black x reader #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine

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littlebabyyd0ll · 5 months

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rules and regulations !

this blog is 18+! please please please do not interact if you are under the age of 18! it makes me super uncomfortable!!

you may not translate or repost my work anywhere else, it’s just nasty. if you want something edited, message me! i promise i’m an approachable person, just respect boundaries <3

my requests are always open!

who i write for :

— felix catton, saltburn

— steve harrington, stranger things

— eddie munson, stranger things

— jonathan byers, stranger things

— mike schmidt, five nights at freddy’s

— finnick odair, the hunger games

— ari levinson, red sea diving resort

— bucky barnes, marvel

— steve rogers, marvel

— daryl dixon, the walking dead

— rick grimes, the walking dead

— peter parker, the amazing spider-man

— eggsy unwin, kingsman

— joe goldberg, you

— remus lupin, the marauders

— james potter, the marauders

— sirius black, the marauders

don’t be afraid to ask! if there is any characters that i have forgotten and am happy to write for of course i will do so <3

what i am happy to write:

— sfw / nsfw, — au’s, — daddy kink, — praise kink, — age difference, — innocence kink, — dd/lg, — step-brother/father, — princess!reader, —popstar!reader, — rich!reader, — bimbo!reader, — hyper feminine, — comfort, — gore, — violence, — death, — subdrop/subspace, — size kink, — loss of virginity, — breeding kink, — arranged marriage, — fighting, — fantasy, — dark!au, — drugs, etc.

what i am not happy to write:

— anything with piss or scat😭, — divorce, — non con, — real-life people inc. celebrities, — dom!reader, — male!reader, — any form of bigotry, — pedophilia, — incest, etc.

disclaimer:

all of my works are works for fiction. i do not own any characters except the ones i make up, all rights to respective companies. your honour, i am merely just a girl.

#masterlist #abby: help #abby’s nav !

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brainrotarchive · 16 days

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thank you @unholyasshole for tagging me for your new tag game! how fun!

top 3 fav characters:

1. fran fine

2. elle woods

3. sirius black

(don‘t ever make me choose again, I‘m not strong enough)

top 3 fav ships:

1. destiel

2. ineffable husbands

3. wolfstar

the unholy trinity

top 3 fav songs:

impossible to choose so I will pick what feels right:

1. killer queen by queen

2. my most listened to song of the past 4 week: Vagabunda Popstar Remix by Victoria Shakespears💀 (it‘s iconic and the girls who get it get it)

3. just tonight by the pretty reckless (my favorite song when I was in middle school, taylor momsen made me gay and I need to pay her some respect)

top fandoms:

Supernatural, Good Omens and Doctor Who. I‘m also a huge drag race fan but I tend to avoid the fans at all costs. I grew up very involved in the harry potter/marauders fandom but now I‘m mostly estranged.

three facts:

1. I mostly watch sitcoms and silly 2000s romcoms so my fandoms are not my usual preferred genres at all

2. I saw sasha velour live in paris for my 21st birthday this year and it changed me as a person

3. I just dyed my hair red and blonde bowie style

I tag: @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile @insertwittyfandomrefference @haley-harrison @lizdarcyfan @soloorganaas @molt3ngold @goldenchips

#tag game #about me #fandom

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Can I request Rockstar!sirius x popstar!reader. Thank you <3!

you may, but i'll need a plotline with your request! Thanks <3

#mei's mail

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whorediaries-09 · 5 months

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okay but popstar!reader and rockstar!sirius where reader performs a song, and wears sirius' leather jacket while doing it and screams "yes i'm his girlfriend, do what you want with that information"and sirius is SHOCKED or in which reader is in an interview and get questioned abt siri and she's like "he's the love of my lifee" and he is all gooey and melty

eep! i'm sorry i've been inactive, i hope you forgive me. i was on a little trip and also have my exams. anyways, i hope you like what i've written.

smoke on my clothes;

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x popstar!reader warnings- fluff, 18+ content (i had to incorporate it cause its him-) use of y/n (aghhhkdjci4utcisn). let me know if i should add more a/n- okay so i mixed both the ideas like-um- idk how to explain, you'll see.

the slut club

lovelorn and nobody knows love thorns all over this rose

he was known for his notorious dating history. he was known for his "sex appeal". he was known for cigarettes after sex. he was known for his black leather jackets. he was known for his distinct rough voice, booming through stadiums. and through the years, he had a gained a reputation of being nothing but a man who seemed to a 'playboy' of sorts.

that pushed the media to slut shame him. but what happened behind close walls remained in his memories, and only he knew. while he could usually laugh it off when asked in interviews, he still felt hurt. he wasn't a man of commitment, and whenever he took a woman to his bed, he specified he didn't want any emotional bonding. it was supposed to be just a one night stand.

that was until he met you. you had agreed to collab with him on a project he had been working on. while the both of you rehearsed different genres of music, sirius wanted to experiment with his style a little bit. you were truly a sight to behold, clad in your cream oversized sweater and black jeans when you walked in the studio. there was something so mesmerizing about you, something that truly enchanted him.

that is how you got to know him. the sobs behind his smiles, the addiction behind the smoke on his clothes, the kisses behind his stage. he'd hold your hand under tables, kiss your pretty face stupid in private, he'd braid flowers into you hair. and in the perception of the hues of dark oceans, his gray stormy eyes would melt into your tear flooded haze when his cock was buried into you, hitting spots you'd never knew existed. his well defined abs would be soaked in sweat, lit under the moonlight. his lips would melt into your lips, his fingers pressing into your skin as your walls would clench around his cock, hinting the arrival of your orgasm. he would ghost his fingers at your clit, your moans and screams of his name falling like a cacophony of a melody into his ears. you'd shudder, shake and curl your toes with your breast heaving as you'd come down from your high euphoria, hitting you as he'd paint your walls with his hot white cum. he'd pepper kisses upon your hot skin, murmuring phrases of affection and falling asleep with his arms wrapped around your body.

he was a liquor you could be drunk on. but loving him was like holding a love thorned rose.

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you wrapped the jacket around your body, hugging it closer, smelling sirius' scent upon you. the interview consisted of the same old questions but you still had to answer them with a faux smile on your face. sirius wondered how you could manage to do it all the damn time.

you shuffled with the cards, reading the tweet by a fan. you looked into the camera,

'so sirius motherfucking black just collabed with y/n? i think i'm about to faint. oh holy lord, they'd be the hottest couple if they dated.'

sirius almost about fainted. bells started ringing in his ears, as his heart thumped against his heart. truly against your wishes and his, the love you had for each other was hidden. once when you had brought it up, he'd laughed it off by saying it would blow up on your pretty face. but deep down he wanted the world to know how amazing you were, and maybe being slut shamed for you, would be worth it, for once. and while you had the image of a sweet popstar, and the world wanted you, it felt like it would be a crime to confine you with him. but his love knew no boundaries. he'd kill for you, he thought when you were so accepting of him and his flaws when he revealed that he was so 'imperfect'.

he gripped on the edge of his table, his knuckles almost turning white when you opened your mouth to answer. you smiled, holding up a finger as you did so.

'actually he is the love of my life,'

the sentence slipped so casually from your lips, as you proceeded with the tweets and questions. if he could, he'd hug you. but you were behind a screen on his phone. he felt wanted, accepted and desired. without his realization tears pooled into his eyes. he felt loved.

because you didn't care about the smoke adorned on your clothes. you didn't care about getting lovesick all over your bed. you didn't care about handprints in wet cement. you didn't care about that he was rose with thorns. you were truly drunk in love, and maybe it would be worth it even for once if it blew up on your pretty face.

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